It starts in a black skirt,
Glass buttons up a dark shirt,
and angels sing of false belief.
Dark smudges turn to perfected lines,
Inches add up with the times,
and metal wings look over blue water.
Alcohol floods warm veins,
chemicals infiltrate a once well brain,
while the voices turn from mist to flesh.
Echos fill the space,
Ashes to ashes,
and these white picket fences crumble.